A blue and tan hamsa hand tattoo with a mandala flower and dotted outline on the inside of a forearm, photographed in a car.

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Hamsa and mandala on a forearm

Dotwork · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A hamsa hand, a palm-shaped motif, is filled with a central mandala flower with layered petals and a small blue eye-like detail at the centre. The linework is fine and dotted along the outline and inside the design, with soft shading in pale blue and beige. The arm is raised in front of a car steering wheel and dashboard, with the tattoo centred on the forearm.

Dotwork Geometric Forearm Hamsa Hand Mandala Flower Dot Eye

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind you, the sea doesn't care for the envy of a jealous neighbour, but it can be fooled by a hand. That's what my grandmother told me when I was small enough to sit on the harbour wall swinging my boots. Watch the boats come in, she said, and count the ones with a hand painted on the bow.

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Old Tamsin Crowe painted them all. She kept a tin of blue pigment that a Lisbon trader had sold her for a length of good rope, and every spring she sat on an upturned crate by the slipway and drew the hamsa on each hull, five fingers spread like a woman stopping traffic. In the palm she set a mandala, petal upon petal, dotted round with tiny points so the salt wouldn't wear the lines away. At its heart she put the eye. Not an eye that watches you, mind, but one that watches out for you.

One March, a foul one, the Gannet came back without her crew of four. The fishermen said the blue had faded and that the hand had let them down. Tamsin said nothing. She walked down to the water with a brush and a jar of seawater and repainted the eye on the bare timber of the wheelhouse, slower than she had ever worked. Nobody asked her why. They simply watched her hands.

The next morning the Maud Ellen came through the fog with her lamps lit, and her skipper swore that the painted hand had been raised the whole way home, like a child waving from a window. Tamsin only nodded and counted the dots on her fingers, the way she always did, as though the sea were a debt that had to be kept in good order.